All I see is sand
I have no strength to breath
In the middle of nowhere
With no way to leave
I felt so long ago
Frightened and full of grief
No one in the caravan
Noticed that I was missing

I’m looking for something
To fill my emptiness
No help from others
They couldn’t care less
Deserts can be cruel
Caravans are too far gone
Traveling with them
I will never feel home

Awaiting relief
How long should I wait?
Will it arrive
Before I decay?
My fears consume me
I have no hope to pray
Why’d nobody tell me
the desert was gray?

Now I can recall
Why I'm alone with my fears
It’s self-centered man
That has brought me here
When people approach
They seem so far away
They can’t offer me help
They are turned away

Nobody can save me
I must confess
I am not that blessed
They cannot set me free
Maybe they can take
Me out of my hell
Though they'll never take
The hell out of me

Awaiting relief
How long should I wait?
Will it arrive
Before I decay?
My fears consume me
I have no hope to pray
Why’d nobody tell me
the desert was gray?

Awaiting relief
How long should I wait?

My fears consume me
I have no hope to pray

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